Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)-Chapter 295: The Demon’s Offer

"It seems that our pursuers are finally here…" he said, his voice as calm and cold as a still lake before a storm.

The girls stood quietly beside him as neither of them flinched nor spoke.

There was no panic and no fear on their faces.

Also, they didn't need any confirmation from Ethan about his seemingly expecting words, as their trust in him was absolute, and their silence was more powerful than any cry.

Hearing Ethan's calm declaration, the black-haired man finally wrenched his gaze away from Velcy in an almost reluctant way as if he were a starving predator who was denied his prey.

His sharp crimson eyes flickered with thinly veiled irritation before smoothing over into a counterfeit smile.

With a fluid and almost theatrical bow, he spoke in a voice dripping with pretentious civility.

"Hello," he began, "I am Aram Vord, eldest son of the esteemed Duke Vord. It is a pleasure to meet you three."

Ethan's eyes narrowed fractionally as the words spilled out of the demon's mouth.

They were so syrupy and fake that they almost seemed to curdle in the evening air.

The young demon named Aram spoke as if the earlier ambush attempt of the monstrous black serpent they were standing on was some minor disagreement to be brushed aside with a few pleasantries.

He seemed to have forgotten that the snake had nearly devoured Velcy alive.

The demon's smile gleamed with the glint of a dagger hidden behind a silk glove.

But Ethan remained still and unhurried.

His instincts screamed to cut this snake-tongued fool down where he stood, but he restrained himself and allowed the enemy to spin more rope to hang themselves.

Aram seemed to be emboldened by the trio's silence and chuckled under his breath, and continued with his fake smile.

"I presume that you three are Mister Eryndor Sangrial," he said, his voice lilting in false camaraderie,

"This adorable little cat lady is... Haha... my bad, I forgot, I am entirely unfamiliar with her."

His crimson eyes gleamed with thinly veiled lust as he lingered on Velcy's angry eyes and beautiful face.

He then slowly turned in an almost theatrical manner toward Virelle.

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His gaze raked over her veiled figure, and his voice lowered into something chilling and mocking.

"And you... You must be the princess of the illustrious Eralith Dukedom."

Ethan's eyes turned freezing cold at the fact that this man knew the true identity of Virelle.

He had been watching Virelle closely and the moment this guy Aram had spoken those words, the faintest tremor in her slender frame gave away the truth.

She knew him, and he assumed it must be because this man must be one of the students in the Abyssal Sanctum, too.

The young demon named Aram's smile twisted into something even more predatory as he pressed the invisible dagger deeper into the wound.

"I wonder," he murmured in a voice thick with venomous pleasure,

"What dear Prince Avi would think... if he were to hear that his beloved fiancée was traveling alone with a strange young man?"

His scarlet eyes burned with sadistic glee.

"And not just any man… but one she seems to regard with such affection. Such... longing."

Virelle's hands clenched into trembling fists at her sides, and her eyes narrowed as she looked at the hostile group.

Ethan on her side could already feel her barely contained rage beside him like a storm gathering strength.

"And one so... handsome and talented at that," Aram finished with a mocking laugh that seemed to give off his glee as he seemed to think that he had already won in this game.

Behind him, Declan and the other lackeys shifted uncomfortably as their faces were painted with the emotions of disbelief and regret.

Declan, who had clearly built entire castles of fantasy regarding Virelle, now looked as if someone had smashed his delusions into bloody pieces on the ground.

When he finished his words, the tension in the green meadow grew so thick it was suffocating.

Suddenly, Ethan spoke and broke the tense silence.

"Get to the point, idiot."

His words were cold and dismissive while his face was filled with an intentional disdain and an expression of sheer contempt.

The glee-filled Aram stiffened, and his smile flickered into something brittle.

His eyes sharpened, and the mask of civility he had been pretending to keep from the beginning slipped.

In its place was a simmering fury, one not born from wounded pride but from the fact that this lowlife had dared to speak to him in this manner and broke the little play he had been enjoying so much.

Glaring at Ethan with narrowed eyes, he finally hissed,

"Very well, you little bastard."

He straightened, and his voice now took a hard and imperious tone.

"I am now addressing you properly. Submit to me. Bow your head and swear fealty to this lord."